Post by Judas D'arc on May 7, 2013 14:44:01 GMT -5
Our battle ended, victory;
The darkness it has lost;
Yet sacrifice surrounds us;
And we have borne the cost."
Spoken in my moment last;
This final warning, learn;
The beast which met defeat today;
Is destined to return.
Of Rondorin, Barataria;
The two that joined as one;
I weep not for the world that is;
But for the world to come.
From unity to rivalry;
Each ruled by feudal lord;
The wizard wields gem of black;
A stranger with his sword.
Days to weeks, months to years;
Then signs begin to tell;
Once more it stirs in hunger;
From where demons dwell.
In shadows stalk the hunters;
A plague of winged beasts;
The prey of stolen souls;
Upon which their master feasts."
The walls begin to crumble;
Weakened at their base;
Doors with neither lock nor key;
That move from place to place."
Men that know not virtue;
Embraced by Seventh Death;
Pledged in service willingly;
Until their final breath.
Slashers, Fathers, Champions;
The grasp of harrowing hand;
A king upon a wicked throne;
Legions at his command.
Not a man will fell this evil;
No army can match its might;
There is no secret blade or spell;
Nor questing mage or knight.
Instead salvation born;
From parents of tragic ends;
A girl named for the heavens;
And defended by her friends."
Without father or a mother;
Another will have to guide her;
To teach her of our ways;
And all the magicks inside her."
The first of three tasks;
She will descend into the deep;
To conquer the Seventh Death;
And the ruler that they keep.
Her next quest to follow;
The demon supper it must cease;
Free the hunter from her shackles;
And offer her release.
They will battle harrowing hands;
And face temptation's test;
The doors will be shattered;
In this third and final quest."
Once womanhood achieved;
Yet still untouched by man;
Her spirit cleansed before;
She makes the final stand.
The path that she must walk;
Of three that forms the eight;
Forged, a weapon never held;
She becomes the hand of fate.
Slay Father, Slasher, Champion;
The servants and all the rest;
Then with demon's name in hand;
She must journey to its nest.
Of this one last conflict;
My vision, imprecise;
But to achieve this victory;
Her life must sacrifice.
Yet I see another version;
One wicked and obscene;
Here child taken young;
Raised as the demon's queen.
Savior not, destroyer;
Her power turns the tide;
She pleasures in her role;
As damnation's bride.
Now I speak these words;
No more wisdom left to give;
In this moment knowing not;
If the demon falls or ...
The darkness it has lost;
Yet sacrifice surrounds us;
And we have borne the cost."
Spoken in my moment last;
This final warning, learn;
The beast which met defeat today;
Is destined to return.
Of Rondorin, Barataria;
The two that joined as one;
I weep not for the world that is;
But for the world to come.
From unity to rivalry;
Each ruled by feudal lord;
The wizard wields gem of black;
A stranger with his sword.
Days to weeks, months to years;
Then signs begin to tell;
Once more it stirs in hunger;
From where demons dwell.
In shadows stalk the hunters;
A plague of winged beasts;
The prey of stolen souls;
Upon which their master feasts."
The walls begin to crumble;
Weakened at their base;
Doors with neither lock nor key;
That move from place to place."
Men that know not virtue;
Embraced by Seventh Death;
Pledged in service willingly;
Until their final breath.
Slashers, Fathers, Champions;
The grasp of harrowing hand;
A king upon a wicked throne;
Legions at his command.
Not a man will fell this evil;
No army can match its might;
There is no secret blade or spell;
Nor questing mage or knight.
Instead salvation born;
From parents of tragic ends;
A girl named for the heavens;
And defended by her friends."
Without father or a mother;
Another will have to guide her;
To teach her of our ways;
And all the magicks inside her."
The first of three tasks;
She will descend into the deep;
To conquer the Seventh Death;
And the ruler that they keep.
Her next quest to follow;
The demon supper it must cease;
Free the hunter from her shackles;
And offer her release.
They will battle harrowing hands;
And face temptation's test;
The doors will be shattered;
In this third and final quest."
Once womanhood achieved;
Yet still untouched by man;
Her spirit cleansed before;
She makes the final stand.
The path that she must walk;
Of three that forms the eight;
Forged, a weapon never held;
She becomes the hand of fate.
Slay Father, Slasher, Champion;
The servants and all the rest;
Then with demon's name in hand;
She must journey to its nest.
Of this one last conflict;
My vision, imprecise;
But to achieve this victory;
Her life must sacrifice.
Yet I see another version;
One wicked and obscene;
Here child taken young;
Raised as the demon's queen.
Savior not, destroyer;
Her power turns the tide;
She pleasures in her role;
As damnation's bride.
Now I speak these words;
No more wisdom left to give;
In this moment knowing not;
If the demon falls or ...
